But now I'm going to get you some berries--I picked some, up beyond, on the meadows." She rose now and passed into that part of her cabin which constituted the kitchen.
"An extr-r-r-aordinary young woman!" said Mrs.Davidson to Karen Jensen.

"An extra_or_dinary person to be here.

Why, she is a person of culture, like myself.

And once married--married to that man!" Mrs.Davidson's lips were tight pursed now.
"I don't reckon she ever was, real," said Karen Jensen, simply.

"I don't hardly believe they _was_." Mrs.Davidson showed herself disposed to regard all the proprieties, hence she but coughed ponderously and shook her head ponderously, turning from side to side two or three times in her chair ponderously also.
"For what has happened here," said she at last, "I thank God.